His
rod jumped, flexed like a flagpole in a strong wind when her tongue
touched the underside of his head. She closed her lips around the tip
and heard him gasp. She slid her mouth over him centimeter by
centimeter, until he brushed the back of her throat. She crossed her
eyes to look at the length of him and noted with disappointment that
an inch or two was still dry.
“Wait,”
she said, freeing him carefully from her mouth. “I can do better.”
She
pulled him to his knees and stretched out languidly, shifting and
contorting until her chin reached the same plan as the bulge of her
throat, and then she swallowed his cock again. This time his shaft
slid easily into her mouth, the head passing smoothly into the
opening of her throat and sliding into the tight, warm passageway
beyond.
This
time it was Phillip who said “Wait,” and then “I can't,” in
strained, rough tones, but it was too late. She felt the first
scalding jet of semen splash the roof of her mouth before she could
free her accommodating oral cavity of his taut length. At that point
she figured she was committed already, and let him finish in her
mouth, catching each heavy drop on her tongue. He came abundantly,
and she tried not to cringe at the disagreeable taste as she looked
into his eyes, wide with the mix of pleasure and the shock of
reaching his peak so quickly. His eyebrows, usually arched
alluringly, were now peaked sharply, like little mountains on his
brow. Embarrassed, he squeezed his eyes shut until he finished. She
thought it was cute. Phillip was the kind of man who could make
conversation at even the most dour social functions, who depended on
his natural charm and athletic physique to win favors, sexual and
otherwise, from friends and colleagues, but he still shied away when
she looked at his o-face.
“God,
Sarah,” he said breathlessly. “How did you do that?”
“Mmph,”
she said.
“Oh,”
said Phillip. He unbound his locked up muscles and strode to the
bathroom, returning momentarily with a voluminous bath towel. She
felt his eyes on him as she let his seed run out of her mouth onto
the terry cloth. It made her feel lewd, and sexy, and she did it
slowly because she thought it would please him, wiping her lips
afterward with one corner.
“Sorry,”
he said belatedly. “I don't usually finish that fast.”
“I
know,” said Sarah, rolling onto her back. She crossed her legs,
suddenly self conscious of displaying her sex to him. “Christine
told me, at excruciating length, how you went for 45 minutes with
her. And not a week goes by without Julie pretending to blush while
she tells us all the story of how you made her come thrice before you
finished. I guess I should take it as a compliment that I brought you
off in less than thirty seconds.”
He
settled onto the bed beside her, and she stared at his slowly
subsiding erection. “Oh,” he said. “So you know about all
that.”
“Don't
act so shy,” Sarah replied, giving him a coy smile. “I don't care
about that. I'm just disappointed I wasn't first.”
Phillip
raised his eyebrows. “I always thought you weren't into me. You
seemed...”
She
wondered what word he was looking for. Prim?
Rigid, God forbid?
“Correct,”
he finished. “You always seem so focused at work.”
“Because
I don't have giant breasts spilling out of my shirt all the time like
Christine, or wear nothing but too-short skirts like Julie? Just
because I take my work seriously doesn't mean I don't like to have
fun.”
He
looked into her eyes, suddenly aware that he'd bruised her feelings.
“I didn't mean it as an insult,” he said. “You don't know how
much it turns me on. Knowing that you have a kinky side.” He
reached over and put his right hand on her left knee, and his left on
her right, and pushed her legs apart. She didn't say anything, just
watched him slither smoothly between her legs, settling his head just
in front of her pussy. Her heart fluttered when she felt his warm
breath on her, and she groaned throatily when his tongue touched her
clit.
One
of his hands reach up to grab her breast, squeezing it hard while his
tongue brushed up and down her button, and then back and forth, and
then she jumped at the sudden intensity of it, pulling away slightly.
His hands wrapped around her legs, holding her in place, spread open
for him. She felt herself get wetter. Her nipples hardened into stiff
points. His tongue played steadily over her clit, until she couldn't
stand it. She started shivering, and he picked up his pace, sensing
her orgasm coming. She shrieked, her whole body tensing up, then
shuddering violently all over, but his grip held her in place. It
went on and on, and one of his hands crawled up her body and placed
two fingers in her mouth, which she sucked on greedily, her moans
muffled by the invaders.
Then
a year and a day later he relented and withdrew, planting kisses
along her thigh while she came down gratefully, exhausted suddenly.
She sat up on her weak elbows and looked down at him. He had a wicked
glimmer in his eye. Her clit was swollen and bruised, and throbbing
with arousal and soreness. He kissed it, softly, and she shuddered as
a small aftershock fluttered through her.
He
stood up, and she saw that he was fully hard again, harder and longer
this time than before, if that was even possible. A sudden thrill
filled her when she thought of taking him inside her, and a small
glimpse of irrational fear that it wouldn't quite fit. He was going
to fuck her, she realized as he crawled over her until his face was
above hers and she felt his head brush her entrance.
“Wait,”
she said, and a shadow of doubt crossed his face. She bit her lip.
“Let me be on top.”
He
grinned and rolled over, and she caught her breath for a moment. Then
she crawled on top of him, straddling his stomach so his shaft
brushed the cleft of her ass. She kissed him, driving her tongue into
his mouth like a piston, reveling at the taste of both of their
sexes. Then she braced herself and slid back, raising her entrance
over him. He steadied his cock with one hand, and she eased down over
him. His head pushed easily past her engorged labia, and then he was
inside her, and she slid halfway down him in one motion. She gasped
and raised back up, and sat down on him again twice more, until her
butt was on his thighs, and he was completely inside her.
“Oh
God,” he said. “Sarah, you're wonderful.”
He
grabbed her hips, guiding her up and down. He rotated his hips with
hers, and she started grinding on him slowly, her heavy breasts
swaying with every motion. She took control and started moving her
hips faster, raising up until he nearly left her before slamming back
down again, moaning and gasping with each thrust. He filled her
perfectly, like a balloon with just a bit too much air in it,
stretched not quite to bursting.
She
realized she was getting worked up. Her motions became erratic, and
Jesus,
she thought, I'm
actually going to come,
just from the feel of
his cock inside me.
She slammed down once more and then let loose a deep, loud groan,
tensing up every muscle all at once before breaking into an
uncontrollable shudder. She squeezed him hard, her pliant cove
becoming a steel vice all at once, until she knew she must be hurting
him, but he said nothing, just looked into her eyes with a deep,
carnal longing while she rode it out, her hands gripping the sheets
beneath them until her knuckles turned white.
Sarah
lost all strength and slipped forward into his embrace. She laid her
chin on his shoulder, and realized that tears had formed at the
corners of her eyes, but she had no strength to brush them away.
Phillip stroked her auburn hair and nibbled at her earlobe and said
“That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.”
Then
she realized that he was still inside her, and he was still
stretching her until she ached.
Slowly
she caught her breath, and then she raised her face to his and kissed
him again, only this time it was deep and slow and passionate. He
rolled on top of her, and for a long minute they lay their joined,
neither moving, only kissing and stroking and loving. Then eventually
he began to move, slowly at first, just a few gentle motions in and
out, like the tide coming in. She felt him begin to speed up, and
knew he must be close, but she wanted more, wanted to be totally used
by him. She put her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes,
smoldering with desire. “Take me from behind,” she cooed.
He
withdrew immediately, grabbing her and turning over physically. She
gasped, startled, but didn't resist when he grabbed her hips and
pulled her onto her hands and knees. Before she knew it he was at her
entrance again, and then sliding inside her sopping cunt. At this
angle he went deeper than before, and when she thought she was full
he kept pressing, insistent, until even more slipped inside her, and
his balls rested against the bald patch of skin above her sex. She
grunted with pain, suddenly regretting this decision, but it was too
late.
Phillip
had become a beast. He slid in in out of her at an alarming pace,
fucking her, making her fully understand the extent of his lust for
her. She was indescribably wet, her sex accepting the pain of his
thrusts and the pleasure that came with it. She fought the urge to
scream. This,
she thought, this is
what I wanted. She
thought about Phillip at the office, in his form-fitting black suit
and perfectly knotted tie, his elegantly coiffed hair, his sirs and
his ma'ams, and then she thought about how he must look now, manners
forgotten in his desire to drive himself into her until she burst or
he did.
She
felt the pleasure building within her again. No,
she thought, not now,
not again, it's too much.
But she didn't tell him to stop, and he only fucked her harder, his
shaft burning up now from the friction and from the heat of their
blood, a dagger made of fire stabbing her channel over and over. It's
too much, she thought
again, and was suddenly aware of how hard her overtaxed clit was
throbbing with every thrust of him. Suddenly he shifted his angle
slightly, and his pelvis rubbed hard against her jewel as he filled
her totally once more. She tensed up, shocked, and then shrieked when
he pulled back and slammed into her again, this time crushing her
poor clit with his passion.
Sarah
came again. She knew she was saying something, profanity or prayer,
but it made no sense, just noise and release and her sex gripping him
with each painful tensing of her muscles. Somehow he kept moving,
saying her name over and over like a mantra, overpowering her
tightness with his thrusts, and each one heightened her pleasure,
made her scream. He grabbed her shoulder length hair, tilting back
her head, his other hand clenching the curve of her ass until his
nails dug into her skin. She wanted him to come inside her, wanted to
feel his burning seed coating her insides.
But
he pulled out of her just when his crisis hit, and some part of her
was grateful. She rolled onto her back, still coming somehow, and
spread her legs for him, all modesty forgotten when she place one
hand between her legs and stroked her clit in just the right way to
keep her pleasure at its zenith. He was stroking himself as well, but
she looked into his eyes instead of his cock, and saw a tense, hungry
look there. Then Phillip grunted loudly, a deep, masculine sound, and
his hips thrust forward uncontrollably. A splash of scalding semen
landed on her taut belly, and she thought she could see steam rising
off of her skin, and then another splash, and another, one flying
past the others to settle just on the nipple of her left breast,
another on the swell of her throat, and then the rest seemed to fall
out of him all at once on her stomach, pooling in her navel.
She
released her clit, but her muscles still contracted painfully once,
twice more before the intensity subsided. Every part of her was
satisfaction and exhaustion. He leaned over her and kissed her, just
a quick peck, and then she was dimly aware of him cleaning her
glistening body with the towel. Sarah felt Phillip wrap himself
around her, cradling her smooth skin in his powerful arms, before she
was overwhelmed by sleep.
When
she awoke an eternity later, she was overjoyed in a way she didn't
quite understand to find him still there. She kissed him awake, and
told him she wanted to go steady, and then they did it again.